System Auction Shop, I'll sell out across all realms!

This fourth-grade mid-level longevity elixir is more than one level higher than the third-grade top-level Qingyun Sword.

Shen Yuan of Qinglong Auction House froze in mid-air, his hand holding the teacup completely still.

It remained motionless, like a statue.

His gaze fell on the Ganoderma lucidum, and a complex expression flashed deep in his pupils.

There was also a hint of inexplicable awe.

Shen Yuan slowly put down his teacup, his fingers tracing a circle around the rim as he fell into deep thought.

City Lord Liu Cang's private room is at the very back.

He remained silent throughout, simply sitting there quietly.

But at this moment, his body also leaned slightly forward.

Fourth-grade, mid-level longevity elixir.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest twice, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

This Mr. Lin is even more formidable than he imagined.

The fact that he can put up a mid-grade fourth-tier item for auction means that he has at least something better in his possession.

Fourth-tier superior grade?

Even fifth order?

Liu Cang dared not think any further.

He made a decision in his heart.

Regardless of who this Boss Lin is, from today onwards, the City Lord's Mansion must cultivate a good relationship with the Zhutian Auction House.

When necessary, flattery is not unacceptable!

Although it was difficult to see each other clearly in the private rooms on the second floor, everyone could feel the frenzied atmosphere.

Even through the screen and the wall, the tension, greed, longing, and eagerness felt almost tangible.

It permeated and intertwined in the air, making it hard to breathe.

The next moment, as soon as Lin Tian finished speaking, the first bid came from the private room on the second floor.

"Fifteen thousand spirit stones!"

His voice was urgent and excited, even trembling slightly—Xiao Xuan, the patriarch of the Xiao family.

Upon hearing this price, the ordinary cultivators in the hall gasped in astonishment.

Fifteen thousand spirit stones—they couldn't accumulate that much in two and a half lifetimes.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, eager to see how far this frenzied auction would go.

But five thousand spirit stones is just the beginning.

Auction prices skyrocketed.

Sixteen thousand, eighteen thousand, twenty thousand!

Each price increase was like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of ordinary cultivators.

They had never seen so many spirit stones in their lives, let alone such a way of increasing the price.

It's not just adding ten or twenty spirit stones, it's adding hundreds or thousands, without even blinking an eye.

In the lobby on the first floor, the ordinary cultivators were completely dumbfounded.

A young, unaffiliated cultivator whispered to his companion:

"If I could have this many spirit stones in my lifetime, I would laugh in my sleep."

His companion gave a wry smile and shook his head:

"Don't even think about it. People like us might not even exist in our next life."

In the front row stood an elderly monk with gray hair, his eyes red-rimmed, his lips trembling, as if talking to himself or to the person beside him:

"A hundred years...a hundred years...If only I could live another hundred years..."

He choked up before he could finish speaking.

The person next to him patted him on the shoulder, sighed, and said nothing.

Some things cannot be obtained through hard work alone.

Fate is unfair from the day you are born.

The bidding continues.

"Twenty-five thousand!" Xiao Xuan's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of gritted teeth.

"Twenty-eight thousand!" Zhao Tiankuo followed closely, like a beast that had its prey in its jaws and would not let go.

Forty thousand, fifty-five thousand, seventy thousand.

When the price broke through the 70,000 mark, no one in the hall spoke.

Everyone sat there quietly, looking up at the private rooms on the second floor.

"Seventy-five thousand!"

Xiao Xuan's voice was hoarse, as if he had been shouting for too long, or as if something was choking him.

His hands were trembling, but he persisted. He couldn't give up, and the Xiao family couldn't give up.

This is the Xiao family's chance to turn things around, their chance to climb up from the bottom.

With this Nine-Element Ganoderma lucidum, the Xiao family patriarch can live for another hundred years.

A hundred years is enough for the Xiao family to cultivate several generations of experts, and enough for the Xiao family to move up in the ranking of the four major families.

"One hundred thousand."

Wang Yuan's voice was not loud, and could even be described as very calm, as if he were saying something completely ordinary.

But the moment those two words were uttered, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

100,000 spirit stones.

This number is like a mountain, pressing down on everyone's heart.

The ordinary cultivators were filled with excitement. They had never seen so many spirit stones in their lives, let alone an auction of this level.

This trip was so worthwhile; I can brag about it for the rest of my life.

In the private room on the second floor, Xiao Xuan felt as if all his energy had been drained.

He leaned back in his chair, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, his knuckles white and veins bulging.

His eyes were bloodshot, his lips were pressed into a thin line, and his chest heaved violently, like a trapped beast driven to the brink of despair.

100,000 spirit stones.

He was not reconciled.

He failed to obtain the Qingyun Sword last time, and now he's going to have to watch helplessly as someone else snatches it away from him again?

Is the Xiao family destined to be at the bottom of the four major families?

Is the Xiao family destined to never recover?

Xiao Xuan took a deep breath, about to grit his teeth and raise the price again, when Xiao Gu beside him reached out and pressed down on his arm.

"Clan leader, no rush." ​​Xiao Gu's voice was not loud, but it was very steady.

"There's one last, grand finale item. Even if our Xiao family has to sell everything we own, we'll get that last one."

Xiao Xuan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Xiao Gu.

Xiao Gu's eyes were very firm.

Xiao Xuan remained silent for a moment, then slowly leaned back in his chair and loosened his grip on the armrest.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, suppressing his resentment and anger.

Xiao Gu is right, there is one last thing.

The Xiao family could afford 100,000 spirit stones, but if they spent them here, they would miss the chance for the last item.

Rather than losing on both fronts, it's better to concentrate resources and take one last gamble.

Xiao Xuan closed his eyes and stopped looking at the Ganoderma lucidum.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

Lin Tian stood on the stage and waited for a moment. Seeing that no one else was raising the price, he raised his gavel.

"One hundred thousand spirit stones, for the first time."

His voice echoed in the quiet hall, clear and steady.

No one spoke in the hall.

Everyone's eyes darted back and forth between Wang Yuan's private room and Xiao Xuan's private room, as if waiting to see if Xiao Xuan would raise the price again.

"One hundred thousand spirit stones, for the second time."

Still, no one spoke. Xiao Xuan's private room was deathly silent, as if no one was there at all.

"100,000 spirit stones, third time—sold!"

The mallet fell, its crisp sound echoing through the hall.

In Wang Yuan's private room, he picked up his teacup, took a sip, and remained calm, as if he had done something insignificant.

But the slight trembling of his fingers beneath the table betrayed his inner turmoil.

This is not a small number.

But it's worth it!